Daisy moved as if she had eyes on the back of her head, tilting her head at an uncanny speed to evade the bullet. The projectile grazed past her ear, stirring her hair before shattering the window and vanishing into the vast ocean beyond.
Not a single hair on Daisy was harmed. She spun around with a sharp grace, her presence radiating an icy authority. Her cold gaze locked onto the figure standing at the corner. Her tone was glacial. "It's you."
Her eyes narrowed at Fatima, who still held a handgun, exuding both revulsion and disdain. This ambush was nothing new. Daisy's reflexes had long surpassed normal human limits, but not everyone would have been so lucky. Fatima's sneaky and violent tendencies had likely claimed many victims before.
Fatima stood there, stunned. She had never
